Roll Against Discovery (3d20 Book 3) by Allyson Lindt Page A

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    Evan waved down the waiter and ordered three beers. He shifted in his seat, and then again, before he finally looked at Trevor. “I love you.” The words ran together in a single syllable.
    I almost didn’t want to look at Trevor, but I had to know. His expression was blank, except for his wide eyes. I swore I heard a clock somewhere, ticking away the seconds as silence stretched across the table.
    “You mean her, right?” Trevor’s question came out strained.
    Evan frowned. “Soon, probably. Though, no offense Kitten, we’re not there yet. I mean you, Trevor. My best friend. The guy who’s always been there. The only man I’ve ever dreamed about, and they’re some intense fucking dreams.”
    “I can’t—” Trevor nudged me.
    I slid out of his way, and he brushed past me without another word, to vanish out the front door seconds later.
    “That went well.” Evan grabbed one of the beers the waiter set on the table and drained half the bottle in a single swallow.
    “Give him a little time to process?” I wasn’t sure what I was saying. They knew each other better than I did. Now even more than before.
    Evan scrubbed his face. “What if time doesn’t fix it?”
    I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “It’s been thirty seconds. Too soon to tell. Besides, you both showed up tonight, and I think that counts for something.”
    “I was so glad he called me.” Evan slammed the bottle into the table. “I have to go talk to him.” He fished a twenty from his wallet and tossed it next to the drinks. He stood and held out his hand.
    “You want me to come with you?”
    “You’re in this with us. I would never say you caused it—don’t think that—but meeting you was the catalyst.” He pulled me to my feet. “You’d rather I do it without you?”
    I fell into step beside him. “No. I just didn’t want to assume.”
    He muttered a quick apology to the host, said something came up, and held the front door open for me.
    We found Trevor on the side of the building, back to the wall and one foot propped up. His gaze was directed at the night sky, and he didn’t move when we shuffled up next to him. “Give a guy some warning, why don’t you?” His voice was quiet.
    “I don’t have any practice with this kind of thing,” Evan said dryly. “Was I supposed to lead with, I have this friend who likes you… ?”
    Trevor pushed from the wall and finally looked at Evan. “It might have helped. Do you want a do-over?”
    “Not really. It won’t change anything.”
    Trevor raked shaky fingers through his hair. “In that case, me too.”
    I almost asked when he meant, but my brain caught up before the question spilled out. He was talking about loving Evan. Hope sparked inside me. I couldn’t find the strength to suppress it, but I didn’t dare speak and ruin the moment.
    “I told you I’ve been thinking a lot over the past couple of weeks”—Trevor took another step toward Evan, gravel lining his voice—“and not just about Kathryn, though God damn if that woman isn’t addictive.” He kept his gaze on Evan, but his words sent another flutter through me. “She’s not the reason I couldn’t call you. I’d be pissed if the two of you hooked up without me, though.”
    Evan opened his mouth, and Trevor held up a warning finger. “I’m not done.” His gaze never left Evan. “It was really easy to ignore how I felt, once you enlisted, but then you came back. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve never been more grateful for something. Then you had to suggest we pick up a girl together. And fuck if I wasn’t willing to do it again and again, just to be with you. Not that I could admit to myself that’s why I did it. It didn’t matter how many times I woke up in the middle of the night, cock hard as a rock, your image burned in my dreams, driving me to beat off until I was raw. I still wasn’t interested in you. That’s what I told myself.”
    The intensity in Trevor’s